Disclaimer: I do not own 'Twas the Night Before Christmas the poem, Nightmare Before Christmas, or Jack Skellington (unfortunately).
AN: This was purely for entertainment and fun one morning when I was bored. This isn't what I think of the actual movie, which I love. Enjoy and PLEASE REVIEW!
'Twas the nightmare before Christmas,
And all through the haunted house,
Everyone tossed and turned, even the mouse.
The heads were hung on the chimney in haste
In terror that Jack Skellington would soon lay waste.
The children were hiding in under their beds,
While visions of malice and murder danced in their heads.
And mama in her kerchief and I in my cap,
Had just hid away to avoid a dirt nap.
When out in the graveyard, there rose such a clatter,
I hid under my bed to avoid the matter.
Away from the windows I flew like a flash,
Closed the shutters and locked the sash.
The moon illuminating the bone-white snow,
Showed all the terrible objects below.
I prayed "Please do not appear"!
But there was a sleigh and eight skeletal reindeer.
With a tall and menacing driver so skeletal and dead,
I knew at once the name that belonged to the bony head,
More rapid than vampires his dead reindeer came,
Jack shouted and snapped and called them by name!
"Now, Beldam! Now, Alice! Now Oogie and Boogie! On, Widow! On, Emily! On, Victoria and Victor!
To the top of the tomb, and don't fall!
Now fly away, fly away, fly away all!"
As dry bones before the wild hurricane fly,
When met with an obstacle, they kill it and fly by.
So up to the housetops the dead reindeer they flew,
With a sleigh full of terrors and Jack Skellington, too.
And terror seized me as I heard on the roof,
The angry stomping of each undead hoof.
As I was shaking and drew my head around,
Down the chimney Jack Skellington bound!
He was dressed in blood red clothes from skull to foot,
His clothes were only improved by the ashes and soot.
A bundle of fear was flung on his back,
And he looked like a zombie getting ready to attack.
His eyes - merely gaping holes, his hands threatening
His cheeks were hollow; his terrible smile was meant for scaring
His wicked laugh was like no other
I could only hope he didn't harm my mother.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a round face and stick-like arms,
I knew when he laughed he meant me harm,
He was skeletal and skinny, terrifying to see,
I cringed in terror when he saw me.
A snap of his teeth and twist of his head,
Soon let me know I had everything to dread.
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
Tossing his terrors about and he turned with a jerk,
After some evil laughter and a nod,
He rose up the chimney to scare some other poor sod.
He jumped into his sleigh with a yell,
And off the reindeer went with that terrible rotten smell,
But I heard him shriek as he flew from sight,
"Mwahhhahhha, I am the Terror of the Night".